Down the memory lane

I had translated the first poem in std 7, “Gudiya meri rani hai…lagti badi sayani hai…”…..Gudiya mazi rani, ahe kitti sahani….& found a great joy that I hadn’t known existed.Then came a stage when I could write,really write on my own,my own thoughts.”Dhuraat disti prakashache kiran….I was watching smoke coming out of a chimney fromContinue reading “Down the memory lane”

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